This is a song about "Split pants"

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

I can split you in your rhymes,like banana split

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

His only escape for his fuckin pops split,

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

Leave them like toes in sandals get, split,

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

This country, black and white, its split

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

Attached like pants keepin casual

Lady at the frank stand will

To the same plant, and the same pants

I'm popping rubber bands